So for Date Night I asked D to make a cherry pie with me. Crust and Pits and all. And being the wonderful man he is, he said yes.
The recipe was called The Best Cherry Pie in Michigan. Our cherries came from New York.
Pitting the cherries was.... messy. I felt like I was starring in Sweeney Todd or something.
I was worried about our dough. It looked a little moist. But it came out just fine. Nice and flakey and as CL says "better than bought!" I was thinking of Daddy as I ate mine. He loved cherry pie too. I wish he was here to taste ours. But right now I'm only thinking of one thing: breakfast!
1 comment:
It looks great, but you need a cherry pitter!
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